I told him the story, although I was not
seeking his help, and he was not interested enough to ask a single
question when I had finished. He only wanted to discuss the hotel
robberies.
"I am going to that club this evening," I went on.
"The fact doesn't interest me," he returned snappishly.
"Fortunately I didn't come for your help; I wanted to see Zena."
"She's out and won't be home until late."
"And your temper's gone out, too, eh, Professor?"
"What do you mean?"
"That you are simply lusting to be on the warpath," I laughed. "It might
do you good to come and see the hooligans with me to-night. Besides, if
we could settle the chalice case promptly we might be investigating the
hotel robberies before the end of the week."
This suggestion clinched the matter. He came, believing possibly that I
congratulated myself upon having drawn him into the affair, which was not
a fact. I was glad of his company, but I did not want his help.
Knowing something of such places, this hooligans' club astonished me. The
raw material was rough enough, but Mr. Hayes had worked wonders with it.
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